#c013

Ria stared into the camera blankly, the sadness only a glimmer behind her eyes at the moment. She knew the coming episode was probably not gonna be a great one for her, so she wanted to say something about the whole deal. Or, not say something. She didn’t really know. “So, in case you’re wondering, I’m definitely not giving a confession about the Santana Ava drama.” Ria felt a part of herself deep down get hot with this strange sort of feeling she wasn’t used to. Maybe it was anger? She couldn’t be sure, but suddenly it was all coming up as word vomit again. “And I hate my show title, by the way. Why do I have to be pointed out for my flaws? Even if I was a liar, it’s not like it makes any of your lives better to call me one. I’m a lot of other things too, you know. Even if literally no one seems to see that ever.” Ria shifted in her chair, crossing her arms and leaning in closer to the camera. She could have sworn she felt some kind of fire in her she didn’t know was there, and it was definitely present in her eyes. “Oh, and here’s an announcement: I’m moving out of my house. And I’m not gonna tell the show where I’m going, so don’t try to look for me. Seriously, don’t do it.” Maybe there was a part of Ria that knew saying that was a dumb idea, but she had to wonder if she got herself out of her house before the episode with this confessional aired, if maybe she could get away with it. She had some time before there would be show cameras trying to follow her, after all. Ria stood up, leaning into the camera one more time before she knew she was gonna turn it off, and leave. “I’m done. Okay? I’m just done.”